GRANGER at Halloween for 10/26/16: THE TEAR IN THE WRAPPER

Truth in advertising“, it read.

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Granger was fed up with the glut of political flyers in his mailbox and inboxes.  Tossing on his desk the garishly colored hit piece in yoga pants by a former state senator, he swung around and gazed unfocused out the window at a grayish, cotton-streaked sky with bruise-blue accents.  Chuffing through his nose, he thought, “Even the sky’s puzzled by it all.”

Bemused, he reached for his “Coffee Made Me Do It” mug.  Just before he got it to his mouth, he noticed the “fun-size” Butterfinger laying on his desk; it had been hidden by the big black mug.  Glancing over at the glass bowl full of assorted Halloween-sized candy, he saw many other bars identical to the one huddled behind his coffee.  You won’t get away from me-e-e . . .

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Amused at the desire-borne moisture in his mouth, he glommed onto the familiar yellow-orange-gold wrapper.  Granger actually licked his lips as he tore the wrapper lengthwise.

Opening the wrapper, he grimaced in disgust.  Really?  Instead of the neat, compact one-by-two-inch chocolate-covered nougat he expected to find, a sharded mess of odd-shaped pieces had fallen onto his black crew-neck tee and khaki pants.

Irritated, he started to grouse about something more to clean up when he suddenly got quiet.

I know people like that, he reasoned.  Brightly packaged, looking like others in The Bowl, like they’ve got it all together–until the wrapper comes off.  Unwrapped, they’re a ragged, jagged collection of misshapen pieces just waiting to fall all over the place.

Yeah, I know people like that.  I’ve been like that.

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As these thoughts jostled each other in his mind, he glanced again at the phrase off the discarded voting flyer:  “Truth In Advertising”.

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Granger’s eyes blurred and his voice thickened as he spoke aloud, a habit of those who spend most of their time alone.  “Oh, yeah.  Many’s the time that, had my wrapper torn, all my hidden insecurities, my personal misgivings, self-doubt, all those questions about myself would be laying all over in a huge, untidy mess just like–here he made a rueful face as he surveyed the slightly-sticky, sweet mess he’d dumped on his clothes– “my ill-fated little candy bar buddy, may it rest in pieces.”

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Later, wearing a comfortable black-and-red shirt with the sleeves rolled half up and a soft pair of old jeans, he stood with mug in left hand and coffee carafe in right, thinking about the recent experience.  Shaking his head as if to wake up, Granger poured a fresh, fragrant cup of Community Golden Caramel, returned to his desk chair and sat pondering.

Is it wrong to present a public appearance that’s attractive, appropriate to one’s task?  Does that not reflect good self-image and -respect?

Is it deceptive to present an outward persona that’s positive and uplifting, even when one’s interior landscape more resembles a barren wasteland?  As a Christ-follower, isn’t being winsome and attractive kind of necessary?

Sipping thoughtfully at the semi-sweet, smooth coffee, he answered his own question.

Deception is willful.  Wearing a mask is intended to hide, to frustrate and conceal.  If those are the reasons for the wrapper, then the advertising is dishonest and disingenuous.

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If one’s desire is to be a consistent positive, encouraging and Christlike witness to one’s own world, then God can be trusted to know how to tenderly deal with the internal brokenness.  To fit the nonfitting.  To create beauty and symmetry just as perfectly as He did at The Original Event.

Rising to refill his mug, Granger thoughtfully nabbed another of the sweet, chocolaty morsels from the Halloween bowl.  Grinning as he softly checked that this one was whole, he admitted to himself, I don’t have this here “for the kids” since none ever come up here.  I have this here for me.  And I’m lovin’ it!

Butterfinger?

© D. Dean Boone, October 2016

 

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100-Word Stroll: FIGURE OUT WHAT TO LEAVE OUT

God’s cool in the myriad ways He reveals stuff.  Slosh some more joe in your cup and walk with me . . .

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From today’s inbox:  In this age of information abundance and overload, those who get ahead will be the folks who figure out what to leave out, so they can concentrate on what’s really important to them.

Instant calm.  An’ some peace, e-vun…  (for you Snagglepuss fans).

You’ve tried following some on Facebook, etc.  “Overload”,right?  It’s like trying to keep your eyes on a ping pong ball in a whirlwind.  They’re into this, that, whatever – all at the same time.  And you know how I feel about surgically-implanted earbuds.  Hint:  if you interrupt a conversation you and I are having by answering your phone, the convo is over.  I’ll be kind, but I’ll check out.

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To create anything, you need some solace.  Some solitude.  It calls for rested thinking, not a feverish, restless, keep-all-plates-spinning, sale-table approach.  There’s a reason it’s called The Creative Flow and not The Creative Surge.

For today?  Figure out what to leave out.  And, yes–the ‘what’ can be a ‘who’.  Uncrowd your schedule.  Let your spirit out on the patio.

See how that works out.  I’m guessing what needs to get done will.

© D. Dean Boone, June 2017

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100-Word Stroll, 6/21/17: CENTS-ORY PERCEPTION

The only part of the bottle intact was lying by the curb, held together by part of the paper label.  Smirnoff something or other.  The rest of it lay shattered across the entire street, glistening in the morning sun.

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Grab a refill and walk with me . . .

Coming back from my walk yesterday, I saw the broken, shattered mess.  It was familiar because I’d just seen one like it obscenely sowed across an apartment complex entrance not 15 minutes earlier.

First thought?  “Kids . . .”  Second:  perhaps not.  Drunk and thoughtless knows no age.

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I went home, got my brooms, dustpan and garbage pail.  I swept up somebody else’s intentional mess.  While cleaning I noticed a penny lying among the shards.  As I swept, I found six more.

7, huh?  God’s perfect number.  Right in the middle of the symbol of our imperfect, self-absorbed world.  Sighing, I kept sweeping up the disgusting mess, stopping only for passing motorists.

“What difference will it make?  They’ll just do it again.”  I know.

But this?  This is my neighborhood, my home.  I’ll always make the effort to keep it looking decent and being as safe as possible.  The way where I live looks reflects on who I am, and on my view of God’s blessings in my life.

 

It’s a silent witness.

© D. Dean Boone, June 2017

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2nd Cup for 6/20/17: GETTING CALLED INTO THE OFFICE

“I never have and never will tolerate open rebellion and defiance regarding my standards as written in my Word.  You don’t break my laws.  You only break yourselves on them.”

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Hoo, boy.  It took me a minute to process and stop reeling from what God said early this morning.  I did my normal.  Stepping into the shower, I said, “Okay, Lord–what do we got today?”  Remember your dad’s voice?  The soft multipurpose one, and that steely drop-it-an-octave, commanding one that says, “That’s enough”?  This one was the latter.

You don’t want to hear God talking like that very often.

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Like you, I’ve seen ‘news’ reports of the mayhem being foisted on the rest of us by professionally-lawless gangs of paid thugs and shallow sycophants dumb enough to run after them.  Like you, I’ve gotten weary of the entire mess.

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I don’t need to spell out ‘the entire mess’ for you.  Virtually every historical violation of God’s stated law that brought swift, lasting judgement on the cultures embracing and encouraging it is being flaunted in America’s streets and on every TV in the land.  Dare to live as a Biblical Christian before them, let alone speak Biblical truth in love for their souls, and you are the immediate target of the most vile, disgusting verbal and physical abuse – along with your family and your business.

And now they’re brazenly adding murderous intent to the mix.

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That’s not all, though.  There are African Christians being brutally, eagerly beheaded and eviscerated because they love God and won’t renounce their faith and trust in Him.  Listen, friend.  They are some of your own extended Christian family.  It’s being done by the same people trying to export that bloody, murderous hatred here.  Sadly, it’s been being made easier by the political Left, who seem to have forgotten that there are independent sources of truth via the Internet.  They’ve also overlooked God, who misses nothing.  They’re being found out.

Much more needs to be said.  I’ve neither the stomach nor desire to discuss the unmasked filth and depravity being touted as America’s normal.  Trying to somehow excuse it or make it fit is a fool’s errand.  We’ve all got eyes and ears.  As John repeatedly wrote in Revelation, “If you have your ears on, LISTEN!  Pay attention!”

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I’ll add the other thing God said this morning.  Before doing so, understand:  I don’t give a fig for your political, social, or religious persuasions.  Not one of those things so highly valued and sought after will make any difference to God.  This has moved far beyond such mere human preferences.  This is God talking.  If you still feel like arguing, take it up with Him.

Here’s the rest of what He said this morning.

“I know you think there’s safety and anonymity in numbers.  Forget it.  When you face Me, you won’t do it as part of a gang or a mob.  You won’t face Me as part of a civic organization or social / professional club, or even a church.  When you stand before Me, you’ll do it alone.  And you’ll do it exactly as I created you.”

My friend, I’ve been pensive all morning since I heard God speaking like that.  I spent most of my 2-mile walk thinking through what He’d said, asking Him questions, trying to wrap my mind around such vast, powerful thoughts.

We discussed a lot of things.  They’ll keep for another time.

I don’t know where you are in your spiritual walk, how things are between you and God.  I do know this.  The time is upon us when shallow, cute, popular, professional, superficial, stylish Christianity will be revealed for what it is.

Useless.

God’s never been confused about Who or What He is.  If you’re going to walk with Him, it’ll be on His terms, not yours or mine.  I want to encourage you to embrace the simple-yet-profound truth of the Bible, which is God’s Word – His law.  I want to encourage you to work at living it as authentically and practically as you’re able.

I’m not a doomsday kind of guy, nor do I waste time fretting about when this all ends.

I have a hunch, though, that the roundup isn’t very far off.

© D. Dean Boone, June 2017

 

 

 

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QTMs for 6/19/17: 3 WAYS TO MAKE SURE YOUR GET-UP KEEPS GOING

 Shower, natch:  “Okay, God.  Whatcha got for me today?”

“The first thing to try when all else fails is again.”

 

I’ve been letting my spirit baste in 2 Corinthians for awhile4:7 reads, “But this precious treasure–this light and power that now shines within us–is held in perishable containers, that is, in our weak bodies.  So everyone can see that our glorious power is from God and is not our own.”  That’s the nice version from the New Living Translation. 

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Here it is from The Message:  “If you only look at us you might well miss the brightness.  We carry this precious Message around in the unadorned clay pots of our ordinary lives.  That’s to prevent anyone from confusing God’s incomparable power with us.  As it is, there’s not much chance of that.  You know for yourselves that we’re not much to look at.”

Add 5:2— “We grow weary in our present bodies, and we long for the day when we will put on our heavenly bodies like new clothing.” (NLT)  Paul got beat around some by those not wanting to hear what he had to say.  By the time he wrote these letters meant to encourage new Christians, his body was starting to let him know its displeasure every morning.

I’m 65, and a three-time survivor of life-threatening trauma, a bona-fide coffee-slurping miracle.  I get where Paul’s coming from.  This morning I’ve already been working on my shoulders and arms, and as soon as I publish this I’m off for a 2-mile walk.  “Well, look at you-ou.”  No.  Don’t.  You don’t see how hard I work to get done what used to be of no effort at all.  I’m a card-carrying UCP.  Unadorned clay pot.  Stay with me.  So, yeah–I get where Paul’s coming from.

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You do, too.  You’ve heard the sibilant hissing:  “Nah, you don’t need to get after it today.  You deserve some down time.  What’s it gonna hurt to take today off?”

None, if you need it.  Rest and renewal is vital to ongoing health and wellness.  It’s when you’re laying there tomorrow morning and it seems the hissing is a little louder, more inssssissssstent and you fall for it that things get dicey.

Here are the 3 ways.

  • Remember where you’ve been.  The path ahead, your as-yet-untraveled journey, can seem a forever thing until you turn and look back at how far God’s brought you.  There’s nothing back there for you.
  • Remember where you’re headed.  Of course the path you’ve chosen isn’t crowded.  Eagles don’t run in flocks; you have to find them one by one.  God’s custom-designed dreams, and the goals He’s helped you set to realize those dreams, are still ahead of you, just waiting.  You must supply the effort.  You gotta be the jazz and provide the groove.  You.
  • Remember who’s always been there with and for you.  God has never once left you out of His care and protection.  Let’s be real.  Occasionally you and I both have thought, “I got this” and He, being the wise Father, let us try.  Yep.  Yet He never went anywhere.  And there’s been a handful of balcony people – spouse, solid friend, accountability partner, fellow survivor, sometimes individuals you’ll never meet Earthside – who’ve been right there, cheering you on. 

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So this morning?  If you don’t really like the person you see in your mirror?  Again.  Don’t like your present circumstances?  Again.  Disgusted with yesterday?  Again.  Tired of glad-handing, fair-weather types who disappear too fast?  Again.  Want a job?  Again.  Want a better job?  Again.  Off your devotional habit?  Again.  Praying nonexistent?  Again.  Frustrated with something that hasn’t worked out yet?  Again.

The first thing to try when all else fails is again.  Tomorrow just might be the day~~~!

I love you, and I believe in you.

© D. Dean Boone, June 2017

 

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On Writing: THINKING BENEATH THE THURFATH

I used to wonder how a semi-pro writer thought.

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I used to wonder what a semi-pro anything was.

A semi-professional resides in that limbolic orbit where he isn’t yet known well enough, and hasn’t yet gotten connected so as to be paid like a pro but could – perhaps even should – be.

So therefore, the question:  how does a semi-pro writer think?  Almost all the time.  Now, hang with me, here.  Work with me.

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Professional writers are thinking all the time.  They carry all sorts of stuff upon which to write.  Those not digitally-deficient record notes on this or that device.  Either way, the pros are always thinking thoughts, then noting their thoughts about the thoughts they’d been thinking.


Fat thoughts, skinny thoughts, thoughts that rhyme on talks, tough thoughts, sissy thoughts —-


How, you may ask, does a pro writer always think all the time?  Inquiring semi-pros want to know.  It’s simply not possible to be constantly thinking.  As in all the time.  Right?

I surreptitiously and totally by chance tripped over the answer while I was feigning thinking a thought.

Poseur?  Certainly not; I was on a case.  A mission.  We semi-pros make up for our almost-always thinking by following up with fervor the thinks we do think.

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We are also adroit at obfuscation.

How, then?  Answer:  reciprocal thinking.  If your brain’s been steadily on a heading of 240 degrees for 4 days and 13 hours and you’re frankly frazzled, turn and think the opposite direction.

See what’s interesting and nonfrazzling out 060-degrees way.

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As a boy, I looked forward each summer vacation with my parents.  It was always exciting to escape the dusty midsummer heat and be heading up into the eastern Oregon mountains to camp and fish.  We had a sky-blue ’50 Chevy pickup with side slats to build up the sides of the bed.  Daddy’d found the bottom of an old car seat, and my kid’s heart started doing paradiddles when I’d see him pull that out, dust it off, and butt it up against the pickup cab, facing backwards.  I always made sure I had my sturdy belt in my blue jeans and my most comfortablest red-checked flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up.  One doesn’t go mountaining in city duds.

And my current favorite knife.  Long before anybody knew Leroy Jethro Gibbs, I’d always been carrying a good knife.  Once I had the important woods stuff, I’d hop up into the pickup bed, choose a side, and be ready to go.  I forgot one time and sat in the middle.  I didn’t do that again.  Something about seeing a brown-haired head bouncing up and down in the rearview mirror.  I think Mother got a little tired of bringing me sandwiches, though.  Yeah–I was eager.

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That grey fabric seat was my throne as we entered the cool, shady enchanted forest of ponderosa pine, tamarack, grand fir and western juniper, all bending back and forth, whispering in hushed tones as if in a medical clinic waiting room, gossiping about the visitors in the old blue pickup with Umatilla County plates.  I’d bounce around on that seat until we finally pulled into Battle Mountain State Park, and find an open outdoor grilling pit.  There, we’d prepare a small, fragrant pine fire and roast our hotdogs for lunch before putting the fire out and heading on up towards John Day and Canyon City to find one of ‘our’ spots.

“Okay, what does this have to do with—-“

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SH!  What just happened is that a writer has drawn you into his story without you knowing it.  You’ve been walking along with me in your comfortable, shiny-pocketed jeans and wearing your fav faded flannel shirt, ‘sploring along the myriad shadowed mountain trails and paths, listening with one ear to the chuckling-cold mountain stream where tonight’s dinner of fresh-caught, pan-fried mountain trout lives.  You’ve been smelling the marvelous tang of evergreen campfires, and listening to the sharp, biting echoes of someone’s axe restocking the woodpile.

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Here’s where the writer’s thought and our little story coalesce:   things always look different walking back the direction you just came from.  If thinking in one direction becomes tedious, turn around and think in the other.  Daddy, woodsman that he was, always told me, “Every so often, turn around and look back along the trail so you’ll know what the way back looks like.  Also in case something’s tracking you.”  I didn’t much appreciate his sly grin that always accompanied that tracking bit.


I read somewhere that good writers never run out of material.


Good writers can be seen, often as not, sitting and staring off into Middle Space.  It’s why we carry little spiral-bound notepads around.  It is an impossibility to keep up with all the fleeting, swooping ideas that suddenly, raucously appear like bluejays, and then just as quickly fade back into the thoughtosphere.

I read somewhere that good writers never run out of material.  Whoever wrote that was understating it.  Good writers sometimes suffer thinkbys from gangs of ideas, none of which are much for waiting on the others.

The trick is choosing which of the impertinent ideas one wishes to pursue.

Then it’s all over but the writin’.

© D. Dean Boone, June 2017

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100-Word Stroll, 6/13/17: I’VE GOTTA BE MEME

“If you are reading this . . .”

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That’s as strange as, “If you’re here, and—”  Grab your coffee and walk with me.

The meme that began that way continued:  “May God remove your pain, worries, and problems and replace them with health, happiness and peace.” 

That’s sweet.  With respect, however, the one thing we most do NOT need more of are unchallenged, undisciplined buttercups who go into A-fib when someone disagrees with them or something offends them.

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Dealing with ugly, negative experiences make us appreciate positive ones.  Health, happiness and peace are of immense value.  Yet if they’re all you ever experience, your faith will have the stilts sawed off when Life hands you pain, worries and problems.

So.  I wish you just enough of each that you know from your own journey how faithful God is in helping carry you through any or all. 

Oh–and be a little more discerning when reading memes.

You’re welcome.

© D. Dean Boone, June 2017

 

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Q(uiet) T(ime) M(using)s for 6/12/17: IF I HAD MY DRUTHERS

“God can pour on the blessings in astonishing ways . . .  giving to the needy in reckless abandon.”  2 Corinthians 9:8ff.  I know this is true, for I’ve had Him do it too often to doubt.

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In comic strip Lil’ Abner, he was fond of passing on little tidbits of wisdom always prefaced by, “Well, if I had my druthers,” a shortening of ‘would rathers’. The phrase originated in the late 19th century and is first cited in the January 1870 edition of Overland monthly and Out West magazine, in a story called Centrepole Bill, by George F. Emery

Being a country kid, I got it.  “I’d rather…”  Druthers.

During lean times when money’s tight and Faith’s driving, it’s easy to get disheartened.  During blessin’ time when things are plentiful and faith’s taking a nap in the backseat, it’s easy to forget how good a driver Faith can be.  It’s not that we forget God; yet I think from time to time we do tend to forget how limitless His faithfulness and love toward us is.

So.  If I had my druthers . . .  My overall philosophy during lean or blessin’ times is

RELENTLESS.

What does that look like for me?  It means no matter how vulnerable and weak I feel in my body, and no matter how battered my spirit may be by any other issue or challenge, I will always work to

  • overcome limitations

  • exceed expectations

  • exhibit a fighting spirit

  • never, EVER give up!

Those are my “druthers”.  If you know me, you’re aware I mean them and live by them.  I’m an Ephesians-6 kind of guy.  I like Paul’s advice to learn, after I’ve done everything I know to do, to plant my feet and stand firm in the face of my enemy.

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I learned long ago, the first time Death reached out for me, that the fierceness of the battle doesn’t mean the Adversary’s winning.  It means he knows his defeat is assured, so he’s fighting like a cornered rat, trying to take me with him.  That’s always the sign of a coward:  even while in the wrong and facing defeat, they love to keep deceiving and destroying any others they can.

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Warriors fall all the time; it’s a grievous price of war.  Yet you always find them lying in a circle of dead, vanquished enemies.  They usually die physically alone, for the true warrior never quits.  Yet they always fall facing their enemies.

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That’s what Paul means.  When the time comes, I may not be able to take more ground, to advance and win back territory the Adversary thinks belongs to him.  Eventually, even my strength and resolve won’t be enough to keep overcoming.

Yet my enemies will never see the soles of my boots, for I’ll fall facing the threat.


       My enemies will never see the soles of my boots, for I’ll fall       facing the threat.


Those are my druthers:  to keep overcoming limitations, keep exceeding expectations, to keep exhibiting a fighting spirit, and to never, EVER give up!  And to do them each, and all, with the pure joy of knowing God is my hope and ultimate victory!

Now–it’s time to take a walk, get a little exercise and regain some strength.

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And coffee!

This thing is not over.

© D. Dean Boone, June 2017

 

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400-Word Stroll, 6/10/17: PROCESSED NOISE!

Grab a refill and walk with me . . .

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There’s a requirement, though.  NO devices other than your phone, and that only for an emergency.

Tuesday morning I had to dodge a young female on a bicycle.  She should have seen me walking on a nice, wide walkway in enough time to stay on her own side, for her head was up and her eyes open.  No one was home, though.  Can you say, “Self-absorbed?” metro.co.uk

Earbuds.  Eyes glazed over by Middle Space.  The rubber tires were her only contact with Earth.  After taking my walking lap around the park, I readied to cross the street.  Guess who’d been sitting totally absorbed in her phone and suddenly decided to cross also?  Still spaced out via earbuds and texting, she barely kept her bike upright as she waited on me to mash the button to change the light.  My texting’s too important to actually push the button myself.  And SHH!  I’ma hearin’ SWANG.

Processed noise.  Garbage in, garbage out.

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That’s not all.  The only people on the walkway with me who weren’t likewise earbudded was a gabble of women who had perfected the art of conversation sans breath.

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Processed noise.  And a lot of it!

 

Point?  Every news outlet and all social media process the deluge of daily information they receive.  What you get on your screen or through your ‘buds is the processed noise they’ve decided you need to hear.

Processed noise has the same mental/psychological nutrition for your thinking as processed meat does for your body.  And for the same reason.  Anyone who’s observed processed meat being processed turns bile-green afterwards.  Perhaps it’s time we began seeing processed noise with the same disgust.  After all, it really is a bunch of baloney.

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Spending quality quiet time each day, meditating and praying and listening is vital to your overall health and wellness.  May I suggest leaving all devices out of reach and earshot for that time each day?

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Simply put, I see a tsunami of mostly useless, entertainment-quality, frivolous, rarely-factual information flowing nonstop through them.  You can’t stop the floodgates of ‘news’ and gossip.  You can shut down the means by which they have 24/7 access to your mind.

I’m suggesting you do it more.  Read more.  Take walks more.  Sit and listen to the day around you more.  Go visit a neighbor.  Share coffee or iced tea with them.

Or write.

© D. Dean Boone, June 2017

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QTMs for 6/2/17: PICK THAT UP!

“You can’t clean up everyone else’s mess.”

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That’s it?  God, we walk like this almost every weekday morning.  You know I’m expecting to hear something fresh and stimulating to think and write about today.  You know–“The Voice of God” and like that.

We were almost halfway around Harrison Park when You called today’s audible.  I was so ready!  Aaaaand THIS is today’s Thunder from Heaven’s Wonder?  With respect, Your Creatorship, um, that doesn’t quite meet Celestial code, does it?

Lord, we’ve walked together long enough that I know – know – You never do things with no purpose.  This caught me a little off-stride, though.  Can You help me understand where You’re going with this?

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“Sure.  You’ve been noticing all the junk along the walkways people have tossed down on the ground.  That bothers you, since you were raised to never throw anything on the ground, even a candy wrapper.  Remember that day last week when you picked up several noticeable pieces and tossed them in the Dillon’s garbage can?”

Unh-huh.

“Why’d you stop?  Why didn’t you pick up more?”

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Well, Lord, there’s too much!  I can get some, but there’s no way I could—– Oh.  Right.  Gotcha.

  1.  No one person makes the entire mess.  They’re each thinking, “Aw, this is just one thing.  This won’t make any difference.”  But if each one throws one or two pieces of garbage or bottles or cans down, soon the walkways are surrounded with litter.  It blows around the streets, making everything look junky.
  2. It took everyone to make the mess; it takes everyone doing a little to clean up the mess.
  3. We all need to change our thinking to keep our walkways, roads and world clean.

So, Lord, what am I supposed to do?  If I take a garbage bag with me every time I walk, I’ll never get home in enough time to write before I’m energy-depleted and can’t.  What’s the deal?

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“The deal is that you’re writing about it now.  You’re not a star and you don’t have a following of hundreds and thousands of readers.  But I do.  You’re being faithful to write the things I mention.  Leave it to Me.  Most people don’t do this on purpose; they just get preoccupied, lazy-minded and careless.  Just as you get angry when you see garbage lying around outside a business’s landscaping?  Or the remains of somebody’s Taco Bell meal tossed out a window?  I’ll open the eyes of those who’ve stopped seeing, and get them thinking.”

You’ll do that, Lord?  Because there are days I feel like nobody is listening or taking any of this seriously.

“Hey, I know the feeling.  A lot of guys who’ve written for Me have felt that way.  Fact is, I’ve felt that way Myself.  You’ve done your part.  Let Me do mine.  Leave it to Me.”

Well, when will—–

“Ah – ah – ah?  What part of ‘Leave it to Me’ did you not get?”

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Right.  Shutting up now.  Oh, hey–it’s time for our walk.  So, what shall we think about together this morning . . . ?

© D. Dean Boone, June 2017

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In the mail, 6/8/17: 7 REASONS TO MAKE A HABIT OF LISTENING TO WHAT GOD SAYS.

What you repeatedly hear you will eventually believe. 

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Here’s a refill; sit and think with me . . .

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7 Reasons To Be Listening To God’s Word – The Bible

  1.  The Word of God is Truth.  God doesn’t twist or spin the truth. (2 Timothy 3:16)
  2. God’s Word supplies faith.  Faith comes by hearing the Word. (Romans 10:17)
  3. God’s Word cleanses and changes your thinking. (Psalm 119:9)
  4. God’s Word gives you stability of thought. (Proverbs 3:2)
  5. God’s Word gives you direction. (Psalm 37:31)
  6. God’s Word warns and prompts about what’s coming. (Psalm 19:11)
  7. God’s Word helps when you’re stressing out. (Psalm 119:49, 50)

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You are what you repeatedly do, right?  The way to be thinking good thoughts and doing good things in this life is to consistently be putting good, positive, worthy things in your mind.  After all, your poor brain is lambasted 24/7 with everybody yelling everything at you from everywhere(hint:  the earbuds are not our friend.  Just sayin’.)

Check this out:  you are NOT obligated to listen to all or even most of it.  You decide what you hear.  We all do.  Choose wisely what you allow in your mind.

Reading devotionals is fine.  There are plenty of good ones out there.  Here’s the deal:  people wrote those devotionals, and they did so after reading The Bible.  They may or may not have gotten from each Scripture passage what you would, because they’re not you.  They, too, can be stressed or overwrought.  They can even have reasons for emphasizing one thing and leaving another alone.  There could be many reasons why the devotional writer might not deliver the entire truth in a passage.

So why not do your own reading in the Bible?  Make your own notes, receive the truth in what you’re reading as it applies to you for that day, that time in your life.  Enjoy good devotionals.  Live in what God has to say directly to you.

Remember:  God isn’t a man, and He doesn’t lie.  Want truth?  Stay in the Word.

You may not like it, but you’ll always get The Truth.

— adapted from FiveStarMan devotional for this date.

© D. Dean Boone, June 2017

 

 

 

 

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